Living with someone can be a buzzkill. That romance, the initial spark of intimacy and attraction, is often lost in the day to day living. There's nothing romantic about going to the bathroom, arguing about finances and making shopping lists.

In many ways, my darker side has been hidden under layer upon layer of mundane life. I wake up, clean, cook, parent, sleep, work... you know the drill. I'm so concerned with taking care of Bear after surgery that I see him less and less like a sex object and more and more like a dependent. He's not, not really, but I can't help that I can sometimes have a strong maternal drive that kicks in at inopportune times.

Much like Stella, I'm working on getting my groove back. I need to flip that switch in my head that takes Bear from ouchie backed man to my big strong male again.

Now if I could only find that switch.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Sunday, July 29, 2007.